To fall for a man like Joshua Saunders was like falling for the Devil himself. He could have no possible use for Eden. He was rich and famous and if that wasn't enough, he was unbearably handsome. He had everything going for him, while she had nothing at all. Nothing, that was, except for a fragmented memory of the accident that had caused her heartbreak, and which cast a constant shadow over her life... - back cover (London)
